Returning to the Sect, Taking Stock of the Sect

Lin Fan was not the kind of person who, seeing victory in sight, would neglect to finish the job.

People like that...

More often than not, they ended up being counter-killed.

The best possible outcome was mutual destruction.

Naturally, he would not make such a low-level mistake.

So he stood at the "breach," staring intently at that old bastard, watching how he would die.

Seeing Lin Fan being so cautious, the old bastard was left with nothing but endless bitterness.

He had originally wanted to fake a self-destruction, then hide away and try again. But now... that was no longer possible. The only road awaiting him was death.

What the hell was there left to say?

If that was the case, then he might as well truly self-destruct.

Such was fate.

"In this day and age, it truly is..."

In the final second before self-destruction, he sighed helplessly. "Even an old fellow like me can no longer make sense of it."

"Just an Immortal King, yet he could achieve such a feat. It truly is... inconceivable."

Boom!

This stretch of time and space completely collapsed.

At that final moment, Lin Fan flashed out and shut the "door."

The time and space before his eyes twisted.

Yet in the end, it still failed to tear apart the time and space of the Three Thousand Continents, ultimately vanishing without a trace.

Lin Fan waved a hand to undo the seal and "released" Fan Jianqiang and the Sky Gazing Mirror. After carefully sensing the surroundings for a moment, he discovered that the mark he had left behind had already been erased.

That stretch of time and space had also completely disappeared, without a shadow or trace.

"What happened?"

Seeing the scenery of the Three Thousand Continents, Fan Jianqiang breathed a sigh of relief,